The above OC is in danger, what will your OC do?

Okay:

Fishy has a large gash in her chest after being stabbed. She was bleeding very badly, staining the ground with a red hue. She was slowly dying, and she knew it. She couldn't call for help, nor move. She could only stay in her broken position, with a ton of pain in her chest. She had saved her friend from dying but sacrificed herself. She couldn't do anything else as her opponent jumped for the final blow to finish Fishy off.

Bailey was enjoying her night at the bar, having large quantities of Hefeweizen when their commander went to the bathroom and left her there. She scanned the bar to see another patron being taken away, how the figures taking here were cloaked in all black concerned Bailey as they went to grab their cannon and she fired a warning shot that's sound crashed like thunder, she aimed it above Yuki's head and between the robed people, who quickly ran away, trying to carry her still. 

The commander rushed back and saw what was happening, embarking onto the tank-like being and ordering them to chase. Bailey wasted no time using her size and weight to crash through one of the walls of the bar and spotting the captors again. The commander gave Bailey authorization to shoot to kill as the hooded figures still ran. But with another crash of thunder, the shockwave of the shell hitting the ground and the splatter of blood from one of the hooded figure's destroyed body, the remaining black figure took off and ran, leaving Yuki in the road.

The commander disembarked and went over to the lady, seeing she was safe and passed out. He quickly dug through her things to find an address and took her back home, hoping she wouldn't remember what happened.

This once quiet town had fallen fate to the two sides at war with each other, ripped apart by bombs and shells alike, and dead in the middle of the warzone, a giant of a war machine was stuck. The humanoid tank was trapped, their leg was shot through and their commander killed. They were scared and panicked, holding the ground they could not move from with everything they had. They wielded a powerful 88mm cannon, tough armour and a slowly depleting stock of ammunition. They were doing a good job, no other heavy armour could pass them. However, they did not know of the danger around them, as the enemy team prepared anti-tank weaponry in the nearby buildings to take them down for good.

Flower watched the scene and left her hiding place, a sewer, eager to help. She was not good at fighting or anything, but she would try. She went to Bailey and warned her about the near danger, obviously not heard the first time, but after much insistence was heard. She decided to tell the others too, who did not believe it at first, but soon they heard it too. The Kemo asked everyone to follow her through the sewer, an area she knew well, and even in disgust, managed to pull everyone out of the danger before it was too late.

Flower was sitting on the floor, her body felt cold. There was no one around, and her voice was hoarse, she did not know what to do. She had just left a hospital, where she was visiting a friend, but she did not know how to get home.

Partycrasher's eyes followed the interesting creature lazily as she stumbled around aimlessly. A normal person would've seen that she was probably in trouble or in need of help and would have walked up to her to offer help. He decided to be a normal person for once and do exactly that. Besides, he needed a good deed to make up for all the murders.

Flower jumped when Partycrasher creeped up on her and asked "Hey there, need help with anything?" She explained that she needed to find her way home while examining him closely. He was wearing a dark hoodie and dirty army pants that covered up most of his scars - combined with a brown wig and huge sunglasses. Probably not the most trustworthy look.

"Oh, I know my way around here for sure. You see, I've been to this place a couple times and, uh ... let's just get going." "But I didn't even tell you where I lived.", Flower mumbled nervously. Crasher waved to invite her to follow him anyway. Good deed's a good deed after all.

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An ambush. Crasher did not see that coming at all - the next moment he was already pinned against the wall in a dark alleyway. His attacker did not want to fool around: he knew who he was dealing with and he knew exactly how to end him. Partycrasher's eyes widened in panic as he saw the saw (haha) flash in his opponent's hands. "I'm b-basically immortal. You know I'll just come back, right?", he asked, trying to hide his fear. "Not from this one.", the mysterious man answered and lifted his weapon.

(EDIT: woops XD wrong character! fixed it)

Zero was a naive chimera.
He didn't judge anybody by their appearance as he himself was constantly judged on his.
When he saw the stranger in the alley way in danger he never assumed him to be a bad guy, in fact he thought quite the opposite!
How dare this ignorant person judge him as a monster just because he kinda looks like one.


Zero let out a deep throaty snarl giving view to his fangs and then galloped over and leapt up to grab the attacker's arm in his teeth and point the weapon away from the stranger.
His head shook like a dog with a rabbit in it's jaws trying to do damage to the attacker and have them drop the weapon.
He received a few kicks and punches from the attacker trying to get their arm back from his jaws but eventually they dropped the weapon, and as they did Zero let go and grabbed the weapon in his teeth.
He then nudged the stranger to get going, and ran with him away from the attacker.
Zero never wanted to kill anyone, he simply wanted the weapon out of their hands and the stranger safe... even if he did leave the attacker's wrist in a bit of a bloody mess.
Zero thought he was doing the right thing. He was unaware he'd just helped the bad guy

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Zero's wing is caught on a barbed wire fence on the edge of a road.
To make things worse he's surrounded by a group of humans throwing rocks at him and calling out horrible names like "Monster!" and "ugly".
Zero can only struggle to try to get off the fence, but the more he struggles the more his wing is damaged.
If he didn't get off the fence he'd surly be stoned to death.

Germ was clearly very displeased with this scene.

Not only were the bad up-stand-creatures throwing stuff at a fellow four-legged, they were shouting out horrible names, triggering something new within Germ, something she had never felt before. It was a primal, pure, unbridled rage. Immediately, she charged the things--the humans--with a gurgling shriek of anger, spitting her yellow toxic fluid all over. She didn't care what happened to them. If they were going to say the nasty words she'd been tortured with most of her life, then they could rot in a puddle of acid.

As soon as the up-stand-creatures were gone, Germ began to gnaw at the fence. It melted under the acid, but she didn't realize that may harm the wing. She just wanted this newfound ally to be freed, and she looked up at him with pity and desperation in her four eyes.

Germ was strolling out of the laboratory, the alarms inside going off. She payed no mind to anything, which ended up leading her into the forest and into a field of flowers, where she decided to take a nap. When Germ woke up, she found herself inside a tight cage of anti-corrosive material, in the middle of a massive arena, with a gigantic mutated bear creeping forward, ready to devour her, cage and all.

Joey hops up to the bear. She frequents arenas just to fight.  She does not care at all about germ. The bloodlust that is what matters. She flies up and clings to the bear's back, biting it and pumping it full of acid.

"Rodeo Rodeo!" she shouts. she truly is enjoying herself. Irritated at being flung off she decides to break its limbs. an easy task when you have bone-crushing jaws. Now that the bear cannot escape the sadistic shit decides to torment it. Afterwards, she turns to the cage and begins eating it. not copper but it will do.

Joey hisses with slight irritation. Animal control finally caught her. sure it took them many horse tranquilizers but they finally did it. Why did they do this? she was only eating the fancy cake she found. little does she know she interrupted a wedding and well no human was exactly pleased she was there.

Sotarotta somehow managed to escape his home again and was wandering around on the road when the animal control vehicle carrying Joey came around the corner. Being confrontational, Sotarotta stood their ground, aim their turret and fired. Although their shells are not big or strong, it managed to puncture the tires on the left side of the car and send it crashing over Sotarotta. Sotarotta's owner rushes out to see if the drivers and any passengers are alright, accidentally releasing Joey as the Maus Mouse returned into the house, deciding that that was too much action from one day.

Sotarotta was in a bad location as his mechanical squeaks could be heard. He had tried to look for cheese and managed to wedge his tough shell into the parting between the wall and kitchen cabinets, unable to move himself or his turret in any way.

(( I just read through like six bios at once in the Gates of Heaven folder, and my mind is blown. Good job! )) 

Precipice had been hurtling thoughtlessly through the woods, running for the sheer joy of running, when they heard the panicked shouting. They pivoted on four legs, ears pricked, and changed direction, steadily making their way towards the source of the noise. Far up ahead they could see a human - was it a human? - clinging to the exposed rock, but just barely, and Precipice was uphill; even if they broke into a sprint now, they wouldn't get there in time. They barked sharply, wishing for hands, and the underground exploded underneath their feet to propel them further, faster. 

A pair of woody vines broke free from the pack and reached towards the edge, and Precipice felt their paws hit rock just as they saw the branches dragging the human safely onto high ground by their forearms. They skittered to a halt, rather wishing they'd kept themselves out of sight, and stood quite still at the edge of the trees with their tongue lolling from their jaws. Hopefully the human wouldn't notice, or if they did they'd think that Precipice was just a dumb animal that had come to investigate. Maybe that'd teach them to stay away from cliff-edges in the future. 

Precipice is trapped deep within the city in wolf form (attacked by a poacher perhaps?) unconscious and bleeding out. It's still daylight, but when night falls they'll turn into a huge bloodthirsty creature with the potential to kill or mutilate anyone they come across. 

Nitro was wandering the city, only having just finished her day job as a meteorologist. Her eyes still shined a dim, faint blue as she walked around, inspecting the windows of several stores. She had no idea that in a few minutes, she would be in a completely different predicament.

She heard the sounds as she almost passed by an alleyway. Even with her poor hearing, the sounds were unmistakable and horrifying. Wheezing, pained yelps, raspy coughing. Nitro so badly wanted to turn away, but the temptation and will was too strong for her.

Her eyes didn't lie. Lying there was a giant wolf, wounded and bleeding. Exercising great caution, Nitro came up to the great creature. From the color of the wolf's fur,  and it's size, Nitro knew that this wasn't no ordinary wolf. It was probably some sort of higher power then she was, but she had no time at that moment to dwell on such thoughts. She had to concentrate on helping them.

Since she had no cellphone, she assumed the best course of action was to drag them out into the open, where others could come to aid. She grabbed the scruff of the giants neck and started to drag them to the opening of the alleyway. Even though the wolf groaned and her muscles trembled, she kept it up until she was in plain sight of the street.

She knew she had made it when others cane rushing forward. Crouching down besides the creature, she quietly whispered, "Don't worry, there's help on the way." She didn't leave their side until the animal hospital van rolled up, and only then could she relax.

It had been a wild day, but hopefully she had been able to help in the end.

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Nitro had been surrounded by members of the ARTG. Try as hard as she might to fight them off, hmshe was getting weaker and weaker by the second. Her vision started to blur at the edges and her ears started to ring. It wouldn't be long before they were inevitably going to win.

The robot was walking around at night, an argument at the kill room earlier almost got out of hand and he was taking a walk when he heard the sounds of a fight, a group of thugs attacking an innocent person? As much as he would've let business be business, crime drove away profit, HIS profit. 

He walked towards the group and fired a single shot from his gun into the crowd, striking down the fanciest looking one there. "Good evening chaps, I'd rather not do anything else, but do leave the poor misses alone. People might be trying to sleep and I'd rather not let this get messy on such a warm night." Some of the thugs ran away just on a whim, but those who stayed raised up small weapons. The robot sighs "Very well, I was rather hoping for a fight, just don't call the bobbies to help you." Phaddy made no time to rush into the group, using his hands and a pair of knife to absolutely butcher the fighters.

As the dust settled, a figure came through and helped Nitro off the ground, the cold metal shell around them gave away it was the robot "Now then..." The robot waves away some of the could, one of his eyes is cracked and covered in blood "...Why did they want a women such as yourself, hmm?"

In his act of kindness, killing the bee that had stung out, he had awoken the Hive. Deep in the middle of a hot American desert, surrounded by the walls of a canyon, a dangerous firefight was taking place. The small plane that Phaddy was using to travel had been shot down, and with the ARTG all around the wreak. Shots could be seen being fired from the plane, as the robotic pilot, now trapped in the cockpit, attempted to repel the attackers and their superior numbers. But he was losing his ground, and quickly.

Ziven looked to the sky while investigating a canyon that had peaked his curiosity, hoping to find something new and exciting. His venture left his day dull and disappointing. Not only did he have to deal with finding nothing but, he had to deal with the obnoxiously loud buzzing of planes and the loud explosions above him. 

"So pitiful."

He reached one hand toward the sky and made a fist, causing all attacking planes to implode and rain steal from above. The one plane left, whom was being chased down, was falling to the ground liek a broken-winged bird. Out of the small kindness that dwelled within the dark reaches of his chest, he gently lowered the tattered metal to the ground and walked away, leaving whomever dwelled inside to their own devices. 

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Ziven lay strapped to a table in a white room with bright lights glaring into his eyes. Several men and women stood around the room wearing white masks and white coats, organizing and cleaning different silver instruments. He couldn't move, only stare at the previous scar that slid down his abdomen and across his sternum. They were going to cut him open again, see how he worked, fix him, mend him, hurt him. 

The knife came down to touch his skin and-